There was an old Zen master Living in a hut by the river He was living alone And sometimes he would get help From young nuns and monks Once a monk saw the master With a very deformed face He instantly inquired 'What happened, master?' 'I'm old and my back hurts a lot' 'I wish you could give me your pain' Continued the monk The master instantly retorted 'Don't wish for that, sky is blue and grass is green, I will die someday and the pain will go away' The monk understood. Now he was in great pain. Master would leave this world and he would stay alone until one day he will have great problems with his own back.
My eyes, they seen many things, Alas they are too tired of seeing The same shapes, the same people I beg you not to bestow upon me Age full of darkness, I still, wish to see In hopes, one day, I'll see something new Something one of a kind Some diamond in the rough Some matter of a kind, a miracle Worth seeing
Is not important, Important stories are being told, Remembered, revered, There is magic to them, A happy ending even. My story is not such, I don't cry Or laugh too much. My story is only black, blue, and grey. Forget about me even starting to say. I'm no one, hence I obey.
So much of nothing taken To make a little bit of something I dare to accomplish the pinnacle Of true shape shifting art Now, I'm complete But that's only a start
The smell of life in the water Makes me wonder If there is an altar For water Gods Still in shape Making pilgrims cruise Let it flow Let it go I don't care because I got Them deep river blues
They are all so pretty But so scrupulous In so many ways I wonder if ever I'll get a chance To romance a lady From other shore of life Question I cannot ignore But you babe drive, just drive!